Category: Picker
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I Wasn’t Asking Him to Marry Me – I Was Asking for a Reason to Move (FP – 2015)
Looking back at the engagement to Fighter Pilot Dude, I sometimes wonder if he believes he was trapped into proposing. And maybe, in his version of the story, he was. But let’s talk about what was actually happening. We were doing the long-distance thing. I was in Florida. He was in Nevada doing Fighter Pilot…
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Apparently, Dancing on a Bar was a National Security Issue (FP, 2015)
So, after Fighter Pilot Dude’s kids — and his soon-to-be ex-wife — found out about the engagement, things got a little strained. I know – the mind reels! 🙄 When he wasn’t arguing with his ex about everything under the sun, he seemed to have plenty of leftover energy to pick fights with me. Mostly…
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THE RING HAS ENTERED THE GROUP CHAT (FP 2015)
So. When we last left off, Fighter Pilot Dude and I were engaged. I had the ring. The halo was finally attached. I had the dress. And, I had absolutely no idea what I had just signed up for. But have you SEEN my dress?! Anyway. After our fabulous TOPGUN Dining Out weekend in Lake…
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EXCUSE ME, I’M A WHAT?!
Soooooooo the cosmos have been lying to me for 54 years. I just discovered that the zodiac sign I’ve claimed, defended and built an entire personality around for 54 years is WRONG. For DECADES, I have been a Libra. Not Libra-ish. A LIBRA. September 23. Right there on the calendar. Libra. I accepted this information…
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THE OMENS WERE NOT SUBTLE (FP 2015)
So, when we last left our questionable romantic decision-making… I was engaged. Yep. Fighter Pilot Dude had proposed on the way to the TOPGUN Dining Out in Lake Tahoe, and your girl was absolutely BEAMING. I had the fabulous dress. I had the handsome fighter pilot fiancé. I had the beautiful engagement ring. I was…